Fiction

        It was a Thursday morning while I did my usual routine. Go upstairs, Wake up Thomas, my good friend, then go back down the stairs super fast and race to the kitchen.

    I didn’t see Buck until the afternoon that Sunday, after Dr. Martinez x-rayed me for the second time that weekend and proclaimed my bones completely healed. “If only we could bottle that ability,” she sighed, somewhat wistfully.

"You can run, but if you hide, I will find you."
 

"Fluffy, killer, deadly, cuddly cat apocalypse?" 

There was a dark figure in the fog, coming closer, and its victim...was turned to ash.
 

 jazzer_77 died in combat from lecky299

She dreamed of someone who couldn’t be placed, someone she couldn’t quite grasp. She dreamed of an old bar on a wet street in a place where rain couldn’t even wash away the grime.

It was a lovely day out, the clouds as shimmery as a pearl. My friend and I were walking on the sidewalk as we always do after school, we were chatting, laughing, giggling like we always do.

“Follow me.” 

- Tales of the Hidden Witch -

   Life slides back into my body with a shaky breath. I wait for the ringing in my ears to subside before I push myself up with aching limbs. My clothes are in tatters, and I’m baffled why and how I got here.

Sarah woke up again, dreaming of someone who made her feel special and unique. She dreamed of someone who couldn't quite be placed but was always there for her when she needed him.